The Sunset Bone Pile High Tower!
Nine floors of stark white, known throughout the world, yet no one knew that it was the remnants of the sunset, which once shone upon the sky, causing even the Abyss to tremble.
"Sunset!"
Zhou Dao roared lowly, his profound pupils flared with violent luster, the Arc Light of Utmost Darkness around his body flashing suddenly, as if in a trance, about to merge with the light rising within the Ancestor Ling Tower.
The mottled wall where skeletons had turned into rubble and stone seemed to come to life.
Rune after rune flickered.
Light after light emerged.
By Zhoudao's side, there seemed to be a torrent surging in reverse, gathering and forming ancient chants.
In a trance, Mount Cang's Sunset in the space between heaven and earth delivered a particularly moving last glow.
"After the sunset, comes the endless eternal night, and one day, it will soar through the sky again..."